“Beneath the Braidwood plains where the valley is lush and the bush grows thick, I did not expect the road to become my subject, but driving out there, hammering through the blond grass, light moving like rapid clouds, the urgent, terrifying, wonderful feeling returned, lingering within me through the quiet days and as the paint began to flow, the road appeared, the journey into unknown territories, revealing itself and what drives me to paint”

Georgie Kite, 2025